Rong Jiuci looked at Murong Rong coldly, with a cold glint in his eyes.
Originally, he came here just to see which woman was so irresponsible to the child, but it turned out to be Murong Rong.
Thinking of Murong climbing into his bed first as a married woman, and now taking care of An An like this...
No, maybe she deliberately took care of the child like this, and only in this way can he have enough compassion for the child.
The mother of a child who was never short of being used in this world seemed to have thought of something, and Rong Jiuci's expression became even colder, and the light in her eyes became more and more intense.
He looked away and said coldly: "Chen Chen, follow me back to the ward."
Murong Rong suddenly came back to his senses and hurriedly looked away from the man: "An'an, let's go back too."
An An immediately said: "Goodbye, brother Chen, let's play another day."
"Okay." Chen Chen said goodbye to An An reluctantly. Looking at Murong Rong's walking figure, he couldn't help but said, "Daddy, can I go play with Sister An An and Aunt Mu tomorrow?"
"No. Stay away from this kind of woman with evil intentions."
Chen Chen frowned, and his handsome little face was serious: "Daddy, how can you talk about aunt, it's so rude, you have to apologize to Aunt Mu."
Rong Jiuci's face darkened. He never thought that his son would be so protective of a strange woman.
It is also the time when a child is so young and very attached to his mother.
Even though he didn't want to see Ye Wanxin, he still chose to compromise for the sake of his son: "You can video chat with your mommy later, and on Sunday, I will have someone send you to Yancheng to reunite with her."
Chen Chen refused without hesitation: "No, I don't want to see that woman."
"That's your biological mother."
"Oh." Chen Chen's little face was full of indifference, showing his rejection of Ye Wanxin.
Rong Jiuci frowned, thinking of the things Ye Wanxin did, but she didn't say anything after all.
…
After Murong Rong sent her daughter back to the ward, she went to pay the hospitalization fee. As soon as she came back, Ji Baibai called.
Ji Baibai has been her friend since childhood, and their relationship has always been close.
As soon as the call was connected, Ji Baibai's voice came over: "Rong Rong, have you seen Lin Yawei's circle of friends? Why is she so close to Song Chuhe? If you don't dare to speak, I will help you. Everyone is
They are friends, it is too easy for people to misunderstand."
Ji Baibai has said this many times, but she always has a lot of scruples, and she didn't expect that she would reach this point after all.
Murong Rong suppressed the tearing pain in her heart and said calmly: "I divorced Song Chuhe."
"Let me tell you, only good sisters should pay attention to their sense of propriety... What! You and Song Chuhe divorced! What about Nannan? He is only four years old!"
Murong Rong's throat felt like a ball of cotton was stuck, and her lips trembled for a long time before she told the general story.
Ji Baibai almost exploded with anger: "Holy crap! What kind of bitches are these! Rong Rong, don't worry, I will never let you be bullied like this. I'll send you a small number right now and ask him to help you."
Call a lawyer and we must seek justice for you.”
"No."
"Are you being bullied like this?" Ji Baibai disagreed very much. His friend had been married to Song Scumbag for five years and ended up getting one hundred thousand yuan. Even if he had been a nanny for five years, the salary would be higher than this. What's more, Murong
Rong was a talented student in the design department of Peking University back then, with a bright future!
"Bai Bai, I still have An An, he is An An's father after all."
Ji Baibai was speechless and sighed: "Then what are you going to do now?"
"Rent a house and find a job, so that An An and I can have a family."
"Rent any house and move to my place. If you want to work, please feel sorry for yourself and go to work in my small company first. I'll say hello to him."
"in vain……"
"Don't refuse. If you refuse, the boat of our friendship will capsize decisively."
Murong Rong was moved and said with a smile: "I want to say that when you come back from your business trip, don't forget to bring a gift for your goddaughter."
Ji Baibai was immediately satisfied, and after chatting for a while, he went to work.
"Mommy." An An looked at Murong Rong worriedly.
Murong Rong touched little An An's hair and said seriously: "An An, do you know? Mommy, I love you very much."
An An was stunned for a moment, and then showed a smile brighter than the sun.
Murong Rong couldn't help but hug her daughter tightly. Fortunately, she still had An An.
Murong Rong hired a caregiver to take care of her daughter and went to work early the next morning.
As soon as I stepped into the design department, a woman in her thirties came up to her: "You must be Murong Rong, I am Li Yuxin, the director of the design department. I have been waiting all morning and I finally have you here."
Murong Rong was flattered and quickly thanked her.
The director of the design department smiled and said: "The talented student from the design department of Peking University is my assistant, so I should be the one to thank you. Okay, you go back to your seat to tidy up, and you will accompany me to meet the client later."
Murong Rong thanked her again and again, her heart full of enthusiasm. After being a full-time housewife for so long, she needed to be recognized by everyone in her work.
But she never expected that the client she received was actually Lin Yawei.
Lin Yawei saw Murong stunned for a moment, and then she laughed. This was really fate.
Li Yuxin didn't notice the difference between the two people, so she took out the designed dress and showed it to Lin Yawei.
Lin Yawei glanced at it and said, "I'm sorry, can you warm up a glass of milk for me? I don't know what's going on. I've always been hungry since I got pregnant."
She touched her belly that had not yet swollen, showing off her eyes.
Li Yuxin said quickly: "Of course, Rong Rong, go and warm the milk for Miss Lin."
Murong Rong agreed and went to the tea room to heat milk. When she came back, Lin Yawei and Li Yuxin were having a lively conversation.
"The milk is finally here, bring it over quickly." Lin Yawei looked hungry.
Murong Rong had no choice but to deliver the milk to Lin Yawei.
A cold light flashed in Lin Yawei's eyes. When she took the milk, she pushed hard and the whole cup of hot milk spilled on the back of Murong Rong's hand.
"ah!"
Murong Rong cried out in pain and suddenly took his hand back.
"Sorry, I really didn't mean it."
Li Yuxin saw that Murong Rong was severely burned and quickly asked her to go to the bathroom to deal with it.
Murong Rong put her hand under the faucet and rinsed it. The coldness relieved the burning pain on the back of her hand.
At this time, there was a sound of high heels tapping on the ground, and along with a gust of fragrant wind, Lin Yawei walked in.
She stood aside with her hands folded across her chest and looked at Murong Rong in a condescending manner: "Does it hurt?"
Murong Rong ignored her and concentrated on dealing with the burns on the back of his hands.
This kind of ignorance angered Lin Yawei, and she suddenly grabbed Murong Rong's injured hand.